Black Heart

49

Jungkook was rolling around the open area towards the kitchen. Prince in his lap giggling as he screamed he was flying. Jimin walked out of the kitchen, drying his hands with a rag to see the action. He chuckled.

"You still manage to keep him entertained even when you're in a wheelchair."

"Just because my legs don't work, doesn't mean I can stop my fatherly duties." Jungkook smiles as he rolls around some more.

Jimin smiles sadly as he watches before clapping his hands and grabbing the handles on Jungkook's wheelchair, wheeling him to the dining table.

"Well then, I can stop your fatherly duties to make sure you eat." Jimin smiles as he pushes Jungkook towards the table before picking Prince up, holding him on his hip.

"Sigh, but it has stopped me from doing my boyfriend duties."

Jimin screamed through his tightly closed lips, punching Jungkook's arm who chuckles.

Jimin sets Prince down in the chair next to Jungkook before setting all the food on the table. They ate and talked. Prince talked about how his schoolwork was going and how he'd been keeping up with his friends. He also asked about when he could see his grandparents again and Jimin said he'd give his parents a call.

The afternoon rolled around and Prince usually takes a nap to keep him from getting cranky and Jimin didn't plan to break that. He laid Prince down for his nap then went back to his and Jungkook's shared room where Jungkook was looking down with his eyes closed, sitting in front of the bed in his wheelchair.

Jimin slowly approached Jungkook and gently touched his neck, bending down and pecking his cheek.

"You ready?" He whispered and Jungkook nodded after releasing a breath.

Jimin stood in front of Jungkook, his back to the bed before locking his arms under Jungkook's armpits, lifting him up quickly, Jungkook's hand shooting to the bedside table to stabilize himself as Jimin sat him on the bed. Jungkook let his torso fall back with an oomph. Jimin rolled the wheelchair to the corner of the room. He walked back over to Jungkook and lifted his legs, Jungkook pushing his body and crawling backward to lay on the pillow.

He exhaled loudly when he rested his head on the pillow.

"You did your exercises today, correct?" Jimin asks as he rubs Jungkook's right calf before moving to his left.

"Yeah." He exhaled as if he felt in pain.

Jimin noticed this and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

Jungkook's quiet before speaking again.

"I feel useless." Jungkook whispered.

"Jung—"

"Jimin, I'm a defenceless little bitch." He chuckled as he looked up at the ceiling before a tear fell from his eye, his lip beginning to quiver.

"The son of a great mafia leader yet now I can't even defend my own family." His voice started shrinking as he took in a shaky breath.

"Hell, I can't even go to the bathroom on my own." His voice watered down as he covered his wet eyes with his hand as his body shook.

Jimin quickly crawled up the bed and hugged his sobbing lover, burying his sobs in his chest.

It finally hit him. After weeks upon weeks, his birthday, just around the corner, it finally sunk in that he's paralyzed. Sure, he's been working his ass off to get walking again and the burning sensation in his arms was real. The slight aching in his legs was real. But just now, as his omega threw his body onto their bed, he understood he was a weight on Jimin's back.